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Council War - There will be Dragons Part 11

Herzer started to open his mouth to reply but at the look on McCanoc's face he shook his head instead. "Home, genie."

Sheida glanced around at the Council as she entered the vast chamber, but if there was mischief on anyone's mind, it wasn't showing. Celine had apparently decided to copy Ishtar's hairstyle, and her hair, suitably lengthened, was gathered in a giant confection shot through with crystal wasps made of gold and ebony.

Paul and the rest of "his" faction had gathered at one end of the table, so as Sheida, who had carefully arrived last, settled into her seat he stood up to call the Council to order.

"The first thing is to change the agenda," Paul said. "Mother, refer to the first item on Agenda B, please." He looked towards the entrance and smiled. "And here is our seventh voter."

Sheida glanced over her shoulder quickly, thinking as she did so that it might be a trick but then blanched.

"You've called in the DEMON?" she shouted. At the shout her lizard unwound from her neck and took off upwards towards the top of the chamber. It found a perch where it could look down and watch the rest of the proceedings through baleful eyes.

"Indeed he did," the apparition growled. "And I voteaye ." The Demon's true form was impossible to know since he went everywhere in a suit of black armor. The helmet of the armor had been worked into a bestial face, all staring eyes and tusks, and the gloves were tipped with long talons. He was one of the two normally absent holders of the Keys, older than any of the rest of the Council. He had extended his life by means that were highly illegal, using the power of his position to twist the laws to his own purpose. His purpose had always been chaos, so his appearance at this meeting made terrible sense.

There was a series of rapid "ayes" from Paul's faction and he smiled broadly.

"The personal protection fields are now turned off," he said with a moue. "Item two, aye." After the same series of seven agreements he shrugged. "And the Council is now officially in a dispute situation with rump rules applying." He looked at Sheida sadly. "I do this for all mankind. You cannot stand in the way of the survival of the human race. Celine?"

"Welcome to the new order," Celine said, rising to her feet. "My friends wish to make youracquaintance," she continued as her hair seemed to explode outward.

Sheida cursed as the cloud of insects came flying across the room. Poisons and poisonous life-forms were not allowed in the Council chamber, but there were two types of wasps in the group, black and yellow.

"Binary toxins!" she shouted, springing to her feet and overturning her chair in her haste. As she did the Demon sprang through the air.

Cantor was already on his feet and didn't even bother to Change as one arm swept into Tetzacola Duenas. The impact snapped the man's neck and he was flung through the air in the direction of Sheida just as the Demon landed on the werebear's back.

Ungphakorn wasn't inactive either. He had grasped the top of the table and uncoiled from his oversized seat, his long serpentine body flipping down the table and enwrapping Said. In a flash the council member was dragged from his chair and wrapped in coil after coil of feathery body. He let out one cry, more of a squeaking scream, then his tongue and eyes protruded as the serpent applied full power in a constrictive hug of death. The quetzacoatal ripped the Key from his neck and half flew, half slithered across the chamber towards the entrance, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth snapping at the wasps closing in on him.

Sheida's flying lizard stooped from its perch, its wings folded onto its back, and snapped one of the wasps out of the air, crunching down on it and spitting it out at the taste. It hissed as it flew past Celine, grabbing at more of the insects as it darted hither and yon.

Sheida raised her arm and a bracelet extended into a broad shield. She flipped it through the air and swatted aside two of the wasps as she bent to the dead council member and ripped the Key from Tetzacola's neck.

"Out!" she shouted, backing towards the entrance.

Cantor was still wrestling with the Demon as two of the wasps landed on him and began probing for an open spot in his fur. She looked towards him but he just shook his head at her.

"Get out!" he yelled, ripping his Key off and throwing it towards her. He pulled his hands loose from the Demon's grip and took two of the beast's tusks, turning its head up and back. "Go!" he cried as the first sting hit.

Ishtar had touched a control on her hover seat and fled the room at the first sign of trouble, some of the wasps following her out. Sheida was relatively sure that she was going to survive but she found herself and Aikawa the only ones left in a room full of enemies.

"Time to leave," she said, backing rapidly towards the door and flicking another of the wasps away with her shield as her flyer guardian snapped another out of the air and landed on her head, tongue flickering in and out.

"Hmmm," Aikawa said snatching one of the wasps out of the air and crushing it in a move that looked like some sort of magic. "I suppose," he murmured, catching up another and considering the insect as it struggled before crushing it between his fingers. He was careful to keep away from the business end at the rear. He dropped both of the crushed bodies into a pouch and then waved at his former colleagues. "I'm going to kill you all for this." With that he flipped out of the room in a series of seemingly impossible back-flips.

Sheida was now surrounded by a cloud and felt the first sting as she kept backing towards the door. "Goodbye, Paul. And I'll see you in hell." With that she took one more swat and fled. The last thing she saw on the way out the door was Cantor's body beginning to spasm. But he still had a death grip on the Demon.

The four surviving Council members had fled by prearrangement to a home that Sheida maintained in the Teron mountains. From its main room there was a spectacular view down to a tarn similar to that at the Council Center. But it was across the world from that embattled chamber.

"Paul will follow us," Aikawa said, looking around."Not easily," Sheida said, striding across the room and yanking open a cupboard. She tossed an archaic can to Ishtar and a long, curved sword to Aikawa. "The house has its own power supply, divorced from the Net. And a teleport block. And weapons. Let him come."

"There is a dip in power in the Net," Ishtar said, looking at something that was invisible to the rest.

"He is preparing something. . . ."

As she spoke, a bolt flew out of the clear sky and crashed into an invisible barrier over the house, sending a tremor through the floor as something in the basement began to screech.

"Oh, and a protection field," Sheida said as her lizard took off in fright from the impact. "That was from the Council Chambers themselves. We can't reply directly but . . ." She opened her mind to the Net and delved in, looking for weaknesses. "They're drawing power directly from the Net, but they're not hooked into a particular plant." She considered the protocols and twisted. "I need a vote, all in favor of disconnecting all power distribution say 'aye.' "

"But if we do that . . ." Ishtar temporized just as another bolt crashed into the screen.

"That barrier won't hold forever," Sheida said. "And if they get smart they'll just burn the rocks out from under us."

"People will die," Aikawa said.

"We're about to have a war," Sheida replied. "And wedon't have enough time to debate. We can't take all the power plants to our own control, they already tried that and the protocols are against it. But if we send people to take physical control we can control the power distribution." Her forehead creased and then she nodded. "I just dropped a half a dozen satellites on them. That should make things interesting. And I'm diverting as much power out of the Net as I can to melt the ground under them. Of course, we're more vulnerable to that than they are."

"I just increased the power over this place," Ishtar said as the next bolt stopped well in the sky.

"And I sent a similar bolt against them. There is an upper limit to power available from our personal queue. I'd never realized that. It's . . . rather high, though," she added as another blast caused the mountain to shudder. "I suggest that we reinforce the foundations of this place. Soon."

"Mother won't give any of us unlimited power, that's a holdover protocol from the AI wars,"

Aikawa said. He thought for a moment. "Okay, we disconnect all generators from the Net. What does that do?"

"We'll have to draw from them individually," Sheida said. There were fourteen terawatt generators that supplied power for the Net along with some relatively small secondary sources such as geothermal areas where the nannites bled off power to prevent eruptions and other disturbances. There had been a time in history, shortly after the AI wars, when the power had peaked at over thirty terawatts. But use of that much power on the surface of the planet had led to severe secondary problems and as the population had peaked the power allotment had stayed the same but usage dropped. There had been occasional calls for increases in generation, but when output got over twenty terawatts, much of it had to be diverted to climate control.

"That means that whoever has the generators, has the power," Ishtar said. "I'm tracing the flows that they're using right now and they're drawing on spare power from two of the reactors in Ropasa. If we can prevent them from gathering power from the others . . ."

"Then we start calling in people that we know we can trust to go and take physical possession of the generators," Sheida said with a nod. "At that point we will control their output and Paul can't have it."

Her face creased and she smiled. "Okay, I've joined Ishtar in hammering the Council Chamber. I also put a teleport block over them."

"That takes power, too," Ishtar said with a frown. "And two can play at that game; one just went on here."

"Yes, but I have a decent road out," Sheida laughed. "Let them try walking out of the Council Center."

"Then we end up having fights for the generators," Ungphakorn said, ruffling his feathers furiously."We'll have to shield each of them."

"But I'd bet money I have better friends at that sort of thing than they do," Sheida replied, nodding.

"Okay, avatars on the way."

"We're taking power from general usage already," Ishtar noted in wonder. She looked up at the hills around the house. Where once had been trees towering into the sky was now a blackened heath; the secondary effects of an irresistible force hitting an inanimate object. "There's enough to sustain the Net currently, but if we keep this up . . ."

"If we don't keep it up, Paul and his 'five year plan' wins," Sheida replied. "We can't let that happen."

"And we have two additional Keys," Aikawa noted, holding one up. "That puts us at near parity with them."

"Butwe don't have anyone to vote or use them," Ishtar said. "We need two. Two that we cantrust ."

"I know one," Sheida said.

"The power grid . . ." Ishtar gasped, her eyes staring into the infinity of the Net. "The power grid is .

. . going down."

The two fighters circled each other warily each searching for an opening. They were armed and armored alike, mail, helmet, a cuirass and shield, wielding long swords easily in their right hands.

After a moment's fruitless circling, the larger sprang forward with a yell and jammed his shield against the smaller man's shield, searching over it for a strike.

Harry Chambers laughed and fell back at the shield charge, swinging his sword to the side to skitter over the larger fighter's shield edge.

"You're getting slow in your old age, Edmund," he chuckled, dancing out of range.

"So are you," Edmund replied, but he had to admit to the reality of the statement; he and Harry had been sparring for years and never had the lighter fighter taken the shield rush that easily. "That just means I have to be craftier."

"Fat chance," Harry replied, leaping forward with a series of blows. He rang blow after blow off of Edmund's shield, careful not to snap the blade on the boss or the metal-rimmed edge. But the series of blows had their intended effect, driving Edmund back for the first time that he could recall. "Weak, Edmund. All this soft living is making you weak."

"I'm afraid you're right," Edmund gasped, trying to retaliate. But his blows rang softly against the lighter fighter's shield and he could not check the rush. Finally, he stumbled, a misplaced piece of kindling rolling out from under his foot, and he dropped to one knee, holding the shield above him now to wield off the blows.

"Weak, Edmund," Harry cried in delight; it was the first time he could recall succeeding this easily.

He considered for a moment if maybe he should back off, but he still hadn't landed a strong blow, just a series of chops on the shield that was slowly battering the reinforced plywood.

"Yes," Edmund gasped, drawing his sword back. "I guess I'm too old," he continued as the sword flew forward, well under his opponent's, and crashed into his thigh. There was a spurt of blood and Harry let out a shriek. Suddenly, things weren't what they seemed.

"Lord God, Edmund!"Harry shouted, crumpling to the ground, his hand clapped over the spurting wound. "What did you do to your sword!"

The sword's own blunting field should have stopped it from doing any cutting damage, although Harry would have had a Charlie Horse to remember. For that matter, Harry's own defensive field, reduced as it was, should have prevented the contact. Neither had activated.

"I didn't do anything," Edmund said, dropping to both knees and grasping his friend's hand. "Let me see."

"It bloodyhurts !" Harry shouted. "Bloodyhell does it hurt!"Edmund pried the younger man's hand away and looked at the wound. It was a deep cut, on the outer thigh. The sword had cloven through the ring-mail and underpadding, then into the flesh of the quadriceps. It was bloody, but it wasn't life threatening; there was no bright red spurting of arterial damage or even the slow, solid flow of a cut vein.

"It's only a flesh wound," Edmund said, frowning.

"It's a bloody painful flesh wound," Harry replied, sitting up on one elbow since the shock of surprise had worn off. "Edmund, why isn't there a repair cloud on it? Why does ithurt ?"

"Why did the damned sword go home?" Edmund asked, rhetorically. "Butler." He paused for a moment then frowned. "Butler!"

"Genie?" Harry said. "Oh, shit, Edmund.Genie! " There was no reply. No voices answered out of the air and no projections appeared.

Edmund looked around. They were in the training area behind the forge, one of three on his property. He finally shrugged and got his arm under Harry. "Keep your hand on that and I'll get you into the forge."

"Okay," Harry said faintly. "I'm not feeling particularly well."

"It's shock," Talbot explained, leading his limping friend into the building. "I need to get you laid out again." He first sat the fighter down on a bench then laid out some leather mats before lowering him to the floor. "Carborundum!"

"Not a good situation, is it, O meat bag?" the AI said, sticking its head out of the blast furnace.

"What in the hell is going on?" Edmund asked, as he searched frantically for something that was reasonably clean to place on the wound. Finally he settled for a fresh batch of cosilk waste and pressed it into the mess on Harry's leg. "Why are you responding and the genies aren't?"

"The Net is down," the AI replied. "The Council is fighting amongst itself. They're diverting all power, and all processing power, to that.I am an independent entity."

"Oh . . . hell," Harry groaned. "No bloody nannites?"

"Nope," the AI said. "Not unless something falls out quick. You're not the only ones who are in a bad way; nobody has any poweranywhere . That means no food, no water, nolight . Things are starting to get bad already."

"Paul's coup," Edmund muttered, looking around the forge.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Sheida told me that Paul might be planning a coup. We discussed means of defense. Carb, where do the AI's stand?"

"Most of them are sitting it out," the AI replied frankly. "The only thing that can destroy us is the Council, acting in concert. Whichever faction wins will come down hard on the loser's supporters."

"Where do you stand?" Edmund asked, wrapping a leather strap around his friend's thigh to keep the cosilk in place.

"I've read Bowman's manifesto," the AI said, acidly. "I don't think so."

"CanI read it?" Edmund asked, standing up.

"I could read itto you," Carb said. "But I can't produce it. I'm . . . somewhat lacking in power myself."

"How bad is it?"

"Well . . . how much charcoal do you have?" the AI asked.

"Not all that much," Edmund admitted. "We're towards the end of the cycle. But if I parcel it out . .

"If I drop below eight hundred degrees C, I'm toast," Carb said, bluntly. "Or, rather, I'mnot toast, so I'm dead."

"Dead, dead, or quiescent?" Harry asked.

"I might be able to back up a few functions, but I'm not sure I'll recover," the AI admitted. "Call itmostly dead and maybe unrecoverable without a miracle. Which doesn't look likely right now. By the way, Sheida is calling in all her markers; you're going to get a call soon."

"I've got to see to Harry," Edmund responded. "Then to the village. I'll talk to her when I have to."

He turned to Harry and waggled a finger at him. "Don't you die while I'm gone!"

"I'll try not to," Harry said weakly.